Emberwood house rules, sammy

the rustling sound draws vex to a cautious slow, peering over his shoulder at the reddish-brown wolf that emerges from the hollow that vex hadn’t seen. truth was, he wouldn’t have cared anyway — he needed to relieve himself and that was that. the male that bounds after him, shouting, clearly didn’t share the same thought. vex stops and turns to face the stranger, fiercely scowling; chin rising with unfettered indignation.

who did he think he was, talking like that?

you want it gone so bad, you pick it up. vex counters in a ‘not my problem’ attitude. maybe you should pick a better spot to sleep. vex suggests cheekily, tail flicking against his hocks with a small twitch of his lips into a sneer.

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